This has quite the twist. Now that i'm reading this I have no idea what I just created and it's long, sorry...
Seán's pov:
"This is quite the place we've picked Mark". Ever since I moved in with Mark, there were some adjustments need to be made. It was cramp so a bigger house would give us more room to store stuff and have more space.
The house was cute baby blue. It wasn't a color I imagined but it'll do.
"Yup, oh can you take Chica inside i'll start to get the stuff". I took her leash from Mark's hand and he ran towards the moving van to start unpacking.
I had a weird feeling in my stomach as approached the porch but I opened the door. There were old antique paintings and china.
I hanged up Chica's leash and let her explore for herself. The first room thay caught my attention was the living room. Something was off about the wall. There was crease that shaped into a small crawling space.
I ripped a tiny piece off the floral wallpaper. There was something neae where I tore the small piece off. Like a keyhole. A small dim light started to glwo then went out.
"What's that"?
"Jesus Mark"! Jack jumped back onto the wall.
Mark laughed. "Is that a crawling space you found there"? Mark poked his finger in the wallpaper and revealed the small key hole.
"Hold on, I think there was...". Mark went to the kitchen and searched and finally found a black key that was shaped like a button.
"Let's see". Mark placed the key in. I got all giddy when I heard the door click. But But when we opened it, it wss just a brick wall.
"Nothing I guess, hmmm... that was disappointing. Let's go and unpack more". Mark smiled at me.
Time skip~
I tossed around in our bed not able to sleep soundly. My whole body tensed up when I heard squeaking. There was a mouse. I dragged my body out of bed and tried to catch it but it ran behind the wallpaper where the crawl space was.
Curiousity filled me. So I ripped it open all the way and a long tunnel glowed and wind blew in my face.
"What the fuck? I thought it was locked". I whispered to myself. Just to be safe, I took the button key.
I was small enough to squeeze in at least. I made my way down the long shallow corridor and at the end was the house except it was more cleaner with nicer version's of the paintings.
It was quiet. I looked in the kitchen to see a small pastrie with a note.
For my sweet lil Irish boy
I made this just for you sweets! I know how much you love sugary treats! Please take a seat and enjoy. Once you finished i'll be upstairs waiting for you i've been working on something and had to make it perfect just for you.
- M.
"Just M"? I took the cinnamon bun. It was warm at the touch and smelled heavenly. I took one bite and the sweet glaze filled me with pleasure. I was disappointed that I ate it all. But I made my upstairs as directed.
Faint piano music came from a room with the door wide open. His back was towards me. "Um...".
He had Mark's blue hair but it wasn't faded. "Merk"?
He turned around.
"Hello Jackaboy". I was startled by his eye's which weren't. They were buttons.
